Interstellar journey to another world

It didn't take long for the number of people to gather.

With a flash of light, Mo Ci was teleported into a battlefield.

The autumn wind rustles and the shadows of the trees dance.

Is this the arena?

Mo Ci blinked his clear eyes and looked around. Fragrant grass covered the ground, and there were a few small yellow flowers mixed in among the grass.

There was a banyan tree standing five or six steps away from him, and there was a large bird's nest on the top of the tree. The bird's nest was chirping, and three little heads stretched out their necks to sing and call to a big bird in the sky.

There is a huge boulder behind him. The boulder is mottled with cracks, as if it has experienced countless wind and sun exposures. You can still feel the roughness of the skin being rubbed by the stone to the touch.

Is this the competition arena? This environment is too realistic!

Every plant, every tree, every stone and every bird is almost the same as the real world, and it is almost impossible to distinguish between illusion and reality.

At this time, a line of small words was displayed on the wrist display: Arrived in the safe zone within three hours, and below was a simple map.

It's a bit flattering to say that the map is a small circle within a large circle, and there is a residential sign in the small circle.

I guess this residence is a safe zone, right?

Mo Ci simply climbed up the big tree and got his bearings. Behind the big tree was a fog. The fog was so thick that he couldn't see anything clearly. He thought it must be a forbidden area.

Behind the stone is a trickling stream, about ten feet wide, flowing to nowhere.

Mo Ci looked into the distance and saw a small thatched hut hidden behind a big tree in front of him.

He was so happy that he jumped down from the tree and cautiously moved in that direction.

Pushing aside the waist-long weeds, Mo Ci carefully paid attention to the movements around him. It was so quiet that he seemed to be the only one left in the world.

The thatched house is not big, with only three rooms. There is a small vegetable garden in front of the house, and two hens are leisurely pecking at the fat insects in the ground.

Mo Ci looked at this peaceful scene with astonishment on his face. Is this really an arena? This is obviously the rural farming style!

Could it be that this competition venue is actually an ancient environment?

Or is it an era where only cold weapons can be used?

Are there any high-tech products like mechas, particle cannons, energy weapons, etc.?

Mo Ci shook his head, getting rid of these thoughts, and slowly approached the hut.

He didn't rush in. Instead, he lay down in the grass and quietly observed what was going on in the hut. After lying down for a while, he didn't find anything unusual, but he didn't dare to be careless. This was a competition ground after all, and who knew if someone might ambush him. In any corner, just wait for yourself to appear, kill people and dump their bodies.

He hunched his back and bent his waist, stepping closer to the thatched house, listening carefully, but there was no movement in the house.

With a gentle push of the palm, the door opened in response.

The hut was not big, and it was a little dark inside. There were no furniture or furnishings at all, and there was a small box placed on the dusty floor.

Mo Ci poked it gently with the wooden stick in his hand. When he saw that there was no danger, he moved over and opened it.

Inside the box was neither a gun nor a cannon, only a dagger with a cold light.

Mo Ci was a little disappointed. Just as he bent down to pick it up, he heard the sound of a frightened chicken flapping its wings outside the door.

With a stern look on his face, he gently restored the box to its original state and quietly hid behind the door.

The person outside the house seemed to be very confident. He opened the door and stepped in.

Suddenly, there was a sound breaking through the air.

He subconsciously leaned back to avoid Mo Ci's attack.

Oops! There's an ambush!

He pulled back, but was a step too late. Mo Ci's dagger easily wiped off the opponent's neck, killing him beyond hope.

"drop"

A message popped up on the system on the wrist: [5 people have died, and 95 people remain in the audience. ]

Mo Ci glanced at the timer subconsciously. Less than five minutes had passed, and five people had been eliminated, and one person was killed by himself.

well! This arena is really cruel! Either you die or I die!

Mo Ci glanced at the bloody "corpse" on the ground, hesitated for a moment, and then squatted down and started the classic part - touching the corpse.

A minute later, Mo Ci received a soft armor vest and a small stone with the number "5" on it.

He fell into silence looking at the soft armor vest. Fortunately, the knife was on his neck!

But what is the use of this stone?

Mo Ci looked at it for a moment, guessing that it had something to do with the safe zone.

Now that he had gained something, Mo Ci did not want to waste time here and hurried towards the forest.

As soon as he stepped forward, two people rushed over.

The two of them looked at the fresh corpses at the door, and one of them said: "There has just been a battle here, and the things inside may have been taken away."

Another person said: "I'll go take a look and see if there's anything good on this body."

The two of them worked hard for a while, and both shook their heads: "This bastard's method is too clean, leaving nothing behind."

"Depending on the situation, he shouldn't have gone far yet. Should we chase him?"

"Chase!"

The two of them hurriedly followed the traces left by Mo Ci.

Although Mo Ci was fast on his feet, he was always observing and paying attention to the movements around him.

After turning a mountain bend, Mo Ci jumped onto a big tree again to confirm his direction.

The mountains were heavy, countless birds were frightened and soared into the sky, and the sound of gunfire was heard in the distance.

Mo Ci felt a chill in his heart, what a guy! It turns out that this is not a purely primitive world!

If you encounter a guy with a gun in his hand, you will be suddenly stunned!

It seems that we need to be careful, and then be more careful!

Just as he was thinking about it, there were sounds of footsteps coming from under the tree. Mo Ci hid himself among the branches. Through the gaps in the leaves, he saw two boys holding weapons, each walking towards the road in a hurry.

Ok?

Unexpectedly, within only ten minutes of the opening ceremony, someone had already formed an alliance. Were they acquaintances of each other? Or is it a short-term cooperation for profit?

It would be better if they were friends, but if they just join forces and don't have any basic trust in each other, they might fall apart.

Mo Ci's eyes fell on the hands of two people. One was holding a machete, and the other was carrying a bow and arrow. They were both primitive weapons.

Mo Ci is certain in his heart, as long as it's not guns and cannons, I'll accept your two lives reluctantly!

Mo Ci pulled off two leaves and was about to pour spiritual energy into them, when he suddenly remembered that he was now a conscious body entering the star network and had no spiritual power.

well! It’s all because this world is so realistic!

Mo Ci adjusted his angle, tightened his grip on the dagger in his hand, and stared at the two people who were slowly approaching.

30 meters, 20 meters, 10 meters, 5 meters...

Getting closer!

"Did this person take this path? Why can't I see anyone?"

"Don't worry, look at the traces of the grass blades. He should be right in front. Let's hurry up and don't let him escape!"

"Well, I don't know if he has a number stone in his hand. Let's agree first. The next one should be mine."

"OK, no problem!"